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The window closes...
Feb. 23rd, 2005 07:57 pmIt snowed overnight. Given recent temperatures, it was no big deal (even if it did accumulate about 5-6 inches), but it was still enough to warrant having our neighbor come by and plow the driveway. To boot, the snow also accumulated in what I think of as "tufts" in the pines, for a very peaceful look to the scene out the kitchen window this morning.
One of the side effects of a snowfall is the eradication of all but the most pronounced tracks left in the previous snowfall, and later, when I see signs of passage near the house, I wonder what kind of animal made the track. A couple of times I've imagined that tracks were human, but besides that not making any sense, closer examination always shows some kind of non-human aspect to the trail.
What's interesting is that sometimes, even a born-n-bred city-slicker like me can read the story of what happened in the snow, such as the time I saw what I am sure are rabbit tracks, widely spaced, in a line parallel to similarly-spaced tracks from a larger animal. They led to a tree not far from the house, and only one set of tracks returned, closely spaced: that of the larger animal. My conclusion is that either Brer Rabbit successfully escaped later in another direction, or he was given a "lift" in the jaws of the larger animal as the latter quit the scene. I suspect someone with more experience in such things would have been able to tell for sure.
When I went to relieve Drew at the store at 5 pm or so, the sight of the clouds pouring over the Rockies almost took my breath away. I regretted not having my camera along. The scene reminded me of breakers at a rocky seashore, only in much slower motion.
Cheers...
One of the side effects of a snowfall is the eradication of all but the most pronounced tracks left in the previous snowfall, and later, when I see signs of passage near the house, I wonder what kind of animal made the track. A couple of times I've imagined that tracks were human, but besides that not making any sense, closer examination always shows some kind of non-human aspect to the trail.
What's interesting is that sometimes, even a born-n-bred city-slicker like me can read the story of what happened in the snow, such as the time I saw what I am sure are rabbit tracks, widely spaced, in a line parallel to similarly-spaced tracks from a larger animal. They led to a tree not far from the house, and only one set of tracks returned, closely spaced: that of the larger animal. My conclusion is that either Brer Rabbit successfully escaped later in another direction, or he was given a "lift" in the jaws of the larger animal as the latter quit the scene. I suspect someone with more experience in such things would have been able to tell for sure.
When I went to relieve Drew at the store at 5 pm or so, the sight of the clouds pouring over the Rockies almost took my breath away. I regretted not having my camera along. The scene reminded me of breakers at a rocky seashore, only in much slower motion.
Cheers...
